Friday, October 19, 2012

a time when ~i am ever grateful for the choice of spending time outdoors creating, if only for a brief timewhile our summer weather was magicalearly autumn also.i am happy to have shared my desire with my beloved to sit outside, readwhile i did some creating.so rare for him to do.on our spectacular last weekend of september, saturday.

for then the weather changed.

the snow capped the roof of the garage viewed through the window.the pumpkins.the one misplaced favourite mitten needed to be found"now" before venturing outdoors.consideration given a number of times those evenings to the need for ice grippersto keep safe from fallingas happened number of times that yearhow long ago?yet the delphinium stands, twoand the chivesbetween the garage wall and the cement path stonesever beautifullyreminding me of how strong i amhow i can stand beautifully toosometimes through the most difficult conditions.

Monday, October 8, 2012

a time when ~first one anothermany more blue birds playingwith me, with each otheras i departed on that day to visit my Mom.thinking first it was my Dad, perhapsthen two angelscertainly many angels.i found her then, to first remind me so much of Dad as she wokethen took a moment, moments moreto orientate self.never quite certain if she recognizesme.certainly not caring, i,if she does.only grateful once again for the timewith her, whom i love dearly.reminded once again of the extra time with herthe near losing her that many months ago, six now.realizing later, how she seemed more alert this recent visit.wanting also to pour her own milk from carton into glass.doing it splendidlyknowing when i ask her if wants to trythat the juice will have to be pouredquickly.doing that splendidly also, more able probably than i with my essential tremor.she has it too,hereditary,but her movements guided by some extra unseen helping hand, also perhaps determination.

“The only way to find the limits of the possible is by going beyond
them

a time when ~tears seem so at the readyoften at the most inopportune of times.i know i need to cry and let this griefthis sadnessgo through me.yet i am only allowed a moment.i long for more time.even but a few more moments.sometime.in the meantime i will remember how grateful i am for the deeply rooted knowledge that art saves.

for the receiving of storiesaround feathersbringing joyful tears with the knowledge that others are also aware of these feather angels.

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the tears ~tears for my fatherwho moved to the greatest of all homes in February.

tears for the struggles and challenges of our daughteras she tries to make her way in a world that often does not want to seehow sensory issueshow differencescan create ~can create what?sigh.difficulties.for the joy of being her parentsthe knowledge of where she might be if we had not been her parents.for the beautiful being she iseven though. tears for my motherthough in a place with many peoplemany wonderful care giversa place that is safeshe will be alone on Thanksgiving.tomorrow i will see her.i will hug her.not just one of our pretend hugsthat which we share every time i speak with her on the phone.i will reassurethat this is where she lives now.that she has been here for nearly a year now.the departing on the elevator is always i suppose a look to what comes nextgratitude for the time sharedgratitude that she is still with us and as able as she is.tears for all the gifts we have been given.

tears for my family.though this Thanksgiving there will be only threei am ever rejoicing for familyjust as through the past we six, round the dining room table for Thanksgiving,mentioned "family" as that being one of the things we were most grateful for. for so many wonderful gifts.we have been richly blessed.

"Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend." Melody Beattie

Friday, October 5, 2012

a time when ~the full moon went flowing by with the stream pulling behind chill,chillytemperaturesgrey skies to try ~ pull us downplus winds to nearly knock the breath from even the strongest creatures among us. not to mention many of the leaves from the trees.

a time when ~the robins visit, nearly en masse moving from one tree to another in our yard, and many others, as i walk in daylight hours.sadly the light tricking ~ frequent thuds heard asthe robins bump, one after another, into the windows.my heart does a little skip for them. typically they are strong.not so the numerous wings and stilled bodies i glimpse on the pavement, probably fallen victim to neighbours cat.i sigh, remembering with some sadness the way of nature.wondering how on african safaris "the chase" seems to draw the attention of many travellers.not me.i preferred the humungous yawns

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